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"What day is it? And in what month? This clock never seemed so alive,
I can't keep up and I can't back down, I've been loosing so much time."
-- Lifehouse, You and me
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Robbie unlocked his front door and stormed in, slamming the door behind himself he flipped the light on and blinked slightly from the startlingly whiteness of the room, glaring he walked through the living room and then down the hall, walking into his fathers room he walked across the floor of his fathers room, stepping over some scattered papers on the way to his fathers closet, opening the closet he opened a foot locker sitting in the bottom of the closet and took a quilt out of it, hugging it to his chest he closed the foot locker and walked out of the room.
Throwing the quilt around his shoulders he walked into the kitchen, looking through the cabinets he took out a bag of cheese puffs and walked into the living room, sitting on the couch he flipped the TV on and flipped through the stations until he found a movie to watch, opening the cheese puffs he started to eat them.
"...I don't know what I was thinking..." Robbie muttered, setting the bag of cheese puffs on the coffee table he got up and walked into the kitchen and got a coke out of the fridge, returning to the couch he opened it and took a sip. Robbie didn't know why but he couldn't get Sportacus off of his mind.
Robbie ate a few more cheese puffs but soon lost his appitite, throwing the bag of cheese puffs onto the coffee table Robbie laid down to watch the movie, it was almost midnight before he fell asleep. Turning over in his sleep the quilt slipped off of the couch.
It was one thirty before anyone else came into the house, after closing and locking the door, Steven Rotten noticed his son sleeping on the couch, a smile crossed his lips as he walked over to the couch, bending down he picked up the quilt and covered Robbie with it. Sitting on the edge of the couch he pet Robbie's cheek softly, leaning down he kissed Robbie's forehead and stood up, picking up the coke cans and the bag of cheese puffs he walked into the kitchen.
Setting the bag of cheese puffs on the table, he flipped the light on and rinsed the coke cans out before putting them into the recycling bin, picking up a small waste basket from underneath the sink he went out into the living room and cleaned the cheese puffs up off of the coffee table, before flipping the TV off and walking back into the kitchen. Returning the waste basket he put the cheese puffs away before turning the light off and going to his room.
Steven sighed as he closed his bedroom door and started to pick up his papers, after gathering them he laid them on his desk and went to his closet, taking out his pajamas, he went to his personal bathroom to take a shower.
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A/N;
Ooh a shocker, right? Robbie had a good dad? So why's he such a jerk? I guess because maybe he's just a jerk, or some thing. I kinda never had a reason for him to be a jerk in this, other then... It's just the way he is? Bad excuse, I know, but still, it's hard to write him any other way. Stupid, I know, but whatever. I'm lame like that.
But, I like Robbie's dad in this fic, I mean, the way I made him be, a good dad, and his personality, he's in alot, lol. I hope you guys don't mind me having so many OC's D: (Nine and Robbie's dad).
And on a side note, I have no idea why this chapter is so short.
Also, I just thought I should let you all know that, I may not update next week, because I probably won't be writing during the week, as my pet rabbit just died today (one of the girls did). So, sorry, I'll try to update next sunday though.
R.I.P Fredo.
~Ciao